This is the place I live in
the swing is on yard,leaves strewn all over,
the garden where we used to play hide and seek,
The tomatoes Mom planted had all grown,
In summer everything is abloom,the flower's scent
floats in the air;
The sidewalk, which we walked up so many times that
the cement is worn over,the doorstep which seems to grow
shorter every year;
This is my parent's house
I can never forget the smell of fried rice and fish in the morning,
My Mom's voice calling our name's;
My brother and I fighting who takes a bath first,
the sound of the rush of water in the bathroom;
how I miss those days when everything is simple
and not complicated like now,with so many assignments
and deadlines to reach.
